When you’re tipping a contractor that shows up to your house, after you hand the contractor the cash, never, ever unbuckle your belt buckle, unbutton your pants, and start zipping down your fly… to tuck your shirt in.  Seriously, if you need to tuck in your shirt, wait a minute or two for the contractor to leave.  Handing someone money in your house and following that up with anything involving your pants is liable to send the wrong message.  I cannot begin to stress this enough.

(Yes, this happened to me today.  That’s how my work day ended.  At least I got some dinner money out of it, though… and, to the guy’s credit, he did tuck in his shirt, and he did stop there.  Thank goodness - that almost became the first time I would have ever used my steel toed boots for defense.)

As some of you have probably guessed, I’ve been a little busy lately.  Yesterday, I had a nice server migration from hell.  Today, I got to finish that up - I got the tip not because I inspired someone to play with their pants but because I worked my ass off and got the job done.  Did it take about twice as long as it should?  Yes.  Did pretty much everything that could go wrong go wrong?  No - both servers stayed up, which is better than some of the nastier migrations I’ve been a part of - but it still wasn’t a lot of fun.

While I’m bitching about work, let’s talk about spam.  Everybody gets it.  Everybody is annoyed by it.  Simple enough.  What’s kind of fun about it, though, is that, when you’re managing a mail server, you get to experience how different people handle spam.  Some will want the spam to be segregated to a separate folder so that, if a legitimate e-mail is trapped by the spam filter, they can check the folder later and find it.  Others are mortally offended that, somewhere, even in a folder labeled “Junk E-Mail” there could be an e-mail in there that mentions (the horror!) improperly sized penises, and will immediately freak out, raining death and hysteria upon you, upon discovering that e-mail.  What’s really fun is when somebody decides they want both.  Y’know, because, if you’re going to host your e-mail on an operating system that exemplifies the wacky nature of quantum physics, the least it can do is violate said laws while hosting your e-mail, right?

Right.

While I’m here, a quick heads up - I’m visiting my son (first one) this weekend, so posting may be a little sparse.

Secondly, the ESO asked me how I felt about a middle name of “Lucas” for impending son #2.  Needless to say, I smiled a little.  Heh heh heh… if she only knew… if she only knew…

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